MY GAZE FALLS UPON THE GROUND.
WITH EVERY STEP, I SEE NEW LIGHTS, NEW SHAPES, NEW COLORS. I ALSO SEE THE TRACES OF HUMAN LABOR. AGING, WEAR, EROSION CHANGE THE INITIAL ARRANGEMENT DAY BY DAY. BUT THE MEMORY OF THE GROUND IS ETERNAL. THE STONE ABSORBS THE WARMTH OF THE DAY AND THEN RETURNS THIS BREATH OF LIFE UNTIL LATE INTO THE NIGHT.
IN THE SILENCE OF THE ABBEY, FOOTSTEPS RESONATE ETERNALLY. THE WAVE IS PERMANENT. THE EPHEMERAL OF OUR LIVES IS ENGRAVED THERE.
I LOVE THIS STONE. EXTRACTED IN PAIN, CARVED, SHAPED, AND THEN SEALED... IT REMAINS IN THE EXACT POSITION WHERE THE WORKER PLACED IT. THIS IS HOW IT PRESENTS ITSELF TO THE EYE. SPARKLING IN THE RAIN, ICY IN WINTER, GREEN IN AUTUMN, WARM IN SPRING, SCORCHING IN SUMMER.
THE STONE IS ALIVE. IT RESONATES WITH THE LAUGHTER OF CHILDREN, THE HOOVES OF CARTERS, THE ECHO OF WEAPONS, THE CRIES OF THE CONDEMNED.
IT KEEPS ITS MEMORIES IN THE DEPTH OF ITS SOUL. I PLACE MY SNAPSHOT ON STAINLESS STEEL. I DISPLAY IT VERTICALLY.
THUS REVEALED, THE STONE CAN BE RESPECTED AND ADMIRED.
Photos by Gil Corujeira